#tgmy

Hi folks! And omg I'm exhausted. Still recovering from @erzbethluna's trip to Britain. Which was amazing, btw. We had such a wonderful time and I will treasure the memories forever. I've got some cute photos to share in the near future.

Currently I'm curled up on the sofa rewatching Umbrella Academy. But soon I will muster the energy to finalise chapter 9 of Those Glowing, Magickal Years - the last chapter of the Year 2 arch. The whole chapter will be Baz's POV because lots of Baz shit is going down.

Here's a snippet of Baz talking to Fiona.

I don’t look up when I answer. “You don’t get it. Hunting for animals is hard. What if I…” I glance up, ashamed of what I’m about to say, but she’s not even looking at me. Fury straightens my back. “See? You can’t even hear me talk about it. The Mage listens. When I have questions, he looks for answers. Am I meant to just fumble around blindly, hoping it will all work out fine?” “Basil.” “That’s dangerous, Fiona! I could kill–” “Alright!” I flinch. She’s staring at me, and it’s a fighting look.  “I’ve…” She shakes her head, lifts yet another cigarette to her lips and lights it with a flick of her fingers. Her next words ride forth on a wave of smoke. “I can get you answers.” “What?” “Better answers than he could ever get you. From another like you. You can talk to him, then you won’t need to confide in the Mage.” “A vampire?” She suppresses the wince, but her jaw tightens as she nods. She pulls out her phone. “I’ll arrange a meeting.”

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Hola folks! And thank you to everyone who keeps tagging me! I hope to return to regular engagement, but my energy levels remain on a low ebb. I might need to be realistic about my ongoing spoon availability. 

But I’m still writing in bits and pieces, even if little has seen the light of day. I’ve got a number of chapters of For All Intents and Purposes waiting in the wings. Hopefully real life will cool off and @erzbethluna and I will soon be posting again!

And I’m working on a fic for @carryon-disability-week. It’s a post-apocalypse, Fallout-inspired AU titled Hope Springs Eternal. The plot is broadly outlined, and chapter one is almost ready for my beta. 

Finally, a new chapter of Those Glowing, Magickal Years went live on Friday and I’ll be posting weekly until Year Two is all up. Then a pause while I finished Year Three and return to a weekly schedule. Rinse and repeat.

Here’s a snippet from the latest chapter of TGMY:

“It was the perfect introduction, Basil. You are Natasha Pitch’s son.” Fiona nods her head towards the rest of the room. “[REDACTED].” Yes, that had been the idea. Once, before I even started Watford, my father told me how my mother took the stage at her club debut [REDACTED], and I knew I had to do the same. I wanted to make a statement. I wanted to remind everyone that I am her son and I stood for her legacy.  Which was true, once. Before the bloodlust came. Before the Mage took me under his wing. Before I saw Snow’s power, came to believe in it, and started helping his muddling efforts to find his place in it all.  Now I fear that I’m using my mother as a shield. As a way to hide my treachery.

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Hello folks, and thank you @theotherhufflepuff and @alexalexinii for the tags today! And special thank you to @artsyunderstudy for the beautiful illustration inspired by What Remains After The Storm. It’s just amazing–if you haven’t seen it, check it out here! 

I only did a little bit of writing since Wednesday but I have six sentences today! From the same WIP as last time, provisionally titled Those Glowing, Magickal Years. Thank you everyone who showed interest, and inching me closer to making TGMY the official name.

I wave [the wand], then freeze. It might spew fire or something, and I don’t want to set the Mage on fire. He seems like a good bloke. He’s stood in front of me, and he’s got this fond smile, like I’m someone he cares about.  Apparently he’s in charge of the whole magickal world, and he just said I can go to magickal school. Fucking hell, right?

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